New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-08-10

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advocate Tor John Grant; and and
then there was this probable fortune
that might be coming to her Barbara
looked at the peaceful evening sky in
sore perplcxity as to what she ought to.
do, or what she really wished. He
said he didn't want to hurry me-, she
decided. finally. I'll just wait and
see how things go.
For another week ortwo things con-
5tinued to go in much the same fashion.
Mrs. Stewart wore chronic air of dis
approval. John Grant was invisible.
Only Mr.. Lawrence was to the fore
with his sympathetic inquiries, but in
some mysterious way Barbara began to
find them irritating rather than fatter-
ing. She got tired Of having the same
response, Nothing yet, and of hear
ing the same polite remarks about
his concern for the admiration of her.
They did not go deep enough. eff he
has nothing more than that to say he
ought not to have said it at all. she re-
fected, contrasting it half uncons cious-
ly with John Grants very opposite
line Of conduct.
At last, one Saturday morning, as she
was setting out for Mrs. Stewards she
met the postman, who gave her blue
oficial-l ooking envelope. Barbara stood
still on the steps, holding her breath as
she opened it.
':Messrs. bod 8 Sons compliments
to Miss Reed, and beg to inform her
that Mrs. Elizabeth Drake has been
proved the nearest of kin, and conse-
quently heir-at-law to the G500 left by
the late Mr.. James landlord.
Miss Reed folded up the letter and
put it soberly into her jacket pocket.
She had scarcely realized before how
much she had been counting upon it.
There was nothing left now but to put
on a brave face and make the best of
it.
"Mrs. Stewart" she said, Knocking
at the door of that 'lady's sitting-room
before she began her morning practice.
Il want to tell you I have heard
about that legacy at last
4 ''Well?" Mrs. Stewart looked up
from her desk, pen in hand.
'It's not WE'LL said Barbara, trying
to smile. There is some one nearer
than l ana Mrs. Elizabeth Drake.
She gets it ALT was $780,
Mrs. Steward laid down her pen and
patted the girls shoulder kindly.
'.Never mind, Barbara; you may be
glad to have missed it some day, though
it's not pleasant now. There are many
other good things in the world beside
money"
ut would have helped very nicely,
though sighed Barbara.
mo doubt; but it's not to be, so Just
try and forget it. You know you are
not utterly dependent upon it.''
AS Barbara crossed the hall to the
school-room that afternoon she Ell
countered Mr.. Lawrence. He was
standing at the table buttoning his
light gloves. She saw at the first glance
that Mrs. Stewart had told him of her
disappointment. She hesitated one
instant, then went straight up to him
.'You see am not to come into
fortune, after all, she said, quietly.
So it seems" he said, coldly, moi
looking up from a refractory button.
.sBut it was not much of fortune,
after all. thought it was to be five
OF six times that amount
II wish had never heard of it,
spoke Barbara, looking at him in scorn-
full surprise. sit has been nothing but
an upset and annoyance"
eyes, it is rather pity-disappoint
ing and waste of time, too Well, I
am going into the country for a few
weeks, Miss Reed, SO good afternoon if
| don't chance to see you again.
"Good afternoon returned Bar
bara, with frigid bow, as she opened
the school-room door.
A tiny note was dropped into the pill
lar-post that same evening addressed to
Mr.. John Grant.
''Dear john it ran, ..I'm not hall
good enough for you, but if you still
wish it'll try
1t was not, perhaps, a great achieve
ment in the way Of composition for
young lady who had been under Mrs.
Stewards guidance for so long, but il
perfectly satisfied the person it was in.
tended for, and much loftier epistle.
have often failed in that respect.
''Mrs Stewart, that unfortunate LEG.
acy was something to my advantage
after all, Mrs. John Grant said some
months later: Il don't know what Mrs
Elizabeth Drake did with it, but [ d.
know | would not change with her.
The missing it has brought me far more
happiness than the getting it even
could"
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